Phei found them waiting at the edge of the quad.
Sierra and Maddie. Just the two of them.
No Delilah.
Which was interesting. Suspicious.Interesting-suspicious enough to make his internal alarm bells do a little jig while his dick did a completely different jig—both organs rarely in agreement, but today apparently united in their assessment that something was about to happen, and it probably involved fewer clothes and more orgasms.
"She went to class," Sierra said before he could ask.
Casual.
Too casual.
Rehearsed casual. Mirror-practiced, notecards-memorized, probably-had-a-PowerPoint casual.
Phei raised an eyebrow.
"Did she."
"Mhm." Maddie was already moving, grabbing his wrist, tugging him toward the east wing with the singular focus of a woman who'd already mentally undressed him twice, done unspeakable things to him, and was now working on round three in her head.
"Come on. We found somewhere private."
Somewhere private.
Right.
He knew exactly what this was.
